Breakfast used to be my favourite meal of the
day. It gathered the family together, required minimum preparation (or
creativity) and usually pleased everybody. It was somehow a peaceful ritual to
start the new day. Since some months ago my 2 years old daughter no longer
shares the same idea. The first argument still holds - the family is still
gathered together, but the rest is long gone memory. Creativity (along with
patience) have become the only seriously valuable currencies in this market: NO
to porridge, NO to sandwich, NO to müsli, NO to pancakes (?!). Her ideal regime
would include only and solemnly dried cranberries. Or raisins at the most. So
what. It's not so serious I promised some time ago to myself. I got yet a
recent and concrete reminder of this. Sunday morning at breakfast table, we're
alone with my daughter and suddenly I breath in a piece of my muesli: coughing,
fear and yet in the evening I was sure there was a peace left stuck somewhere
in the tubes..In consequence I spent the next day in the emergency unit to do
x-rays of my lungs. Sitting in the emergency waiting room can be an
enlightening experience: the old lady crying next to her motionless husband's
bed, the worried mother with a baby in high fever, the young man who didn't
have any insurance and could not pay the account for treatment (shocking that
this is happening in our "welfare" Europe?) I felt suddenly so sorry
for all those people! We have had a somewhat rough path in my little family,
but it's nothing! There are so much (more) goodness also around us! The
wonderful friends treating us with delicious meals, weekends at the sea or
encouraging emails, the neighbour stopping unannounced with a hot soup, the
other one offering to do the groceries. The list could go on and on. Life is
beautiful and cranberries and raisins are a great option for breakfast (if
eaten peacefully).
